Like A Cheating Wife Poem by Bianca Free

A perfect husband he's been,
completely faithful to the very end,
but I have not been able to surrender
my entirety to him.

As We talk, and walk beside each other
with hands and hearts tightly clad,
the moment seems finer than gold.
It's clear,
he is the one that makes me glad.

But on those lonesome nights
when his kind words and kisses do not soothe,
I have a pica for anything,
anything that can restore my lost youth.

So I run far away from him
to find something new I can enjoy,
but the sensation is never the same;
nothing but him can bring me joy.

If he were to leave me now
I would be lost, without a doubt.
So why is my heart behaving like this,
why has my love for him gone amiss?